Prom was in a week. You didn’t know who to ask to go with you yet, or if you were gonna ask anyone at all.

You were in the lunchroom, sitting with the triplets—you were talking to Nick about possible candidates for each other

“Hmm… well, how about Alex?” Nick suggests, as he points across the room.

“Nah…” you reply, with head shake,

“Too loud.”

Matt was subtly eavesdropping, as he found himself just… looking at you, until Chris nudged him a bit, causing him to go back to eating.

“Just ask her, bro.” Chris whispers to him, knowing about his crush on you.

“Dude- no… what if she doesn’t agree? It’ll be stupid awkward…” Matt murmurs, resting his forehead on the table.

“She’ll pick some random guy that won’t treat her well… and I hate that.”

“You have to try, bro… you never know what might happen…” Chris says, giving Matt’s shoulder a light pat, trying to encourage him.

Matt lifts his head back up, his eyes trained on you as you scan the lunch room for potential candidates, not once looking in his direction. Why would you? He’s just your best friend and nothing more. That’s how it’d always be.

Right?